"Guybrush Threepwood," he returned, his smile more genuine. "Mighty Pirate."

The guy seemed friendly enough, at least. He decided to venture being a little more honest (a surprise, given his career), since most people he'd met probably wouldn't have taken such a strange excuse for such close following and intense staring so lightly. "As for your hair, I... mostly thought you might be in the wrong place for this shift."